BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: GUEST,.gargoyle
Date: 26 Jul 04 - 04:13 PM

If the stick is stirring the shit-pot.....

It will ALWAYS stink

Sincerely,

Gargoyle

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: The Fooles Troupe
Date: 26 Jul 04 - 06:02 AM

... just lack of bran mate....

... and my typing was checked - I did not mean 'brain'...

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: jacqui.c
Date: 26 Jul 04 - 03:43 AM

Do you think it's Marty's time of the month or something? He does seem to be particularly strident and emotional at the moment. Maybe he's started going through the change........

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: Georgiansilver
Date: 26 Jul 04 - 03:38 AM

Fresh baked bread...with wine(or is it whine) with a wholesome "cheese" is good for the inner person. Be Blessed.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: The Fooles Troupe
Date: 26 Jul 04 - 02:06 AM

"the argumentum ad hominem, which seems to be your main debating tactic"
Point conceded to Robin I think!

"As far as what I know about folk music or music in general, I don't have to justify anything" ... even abusing people... so what respect for your research talent do you get MG?

"My favourite and most effective debating skill is to just to tell you to fuck off" ... correction ... ONLY skill, it seems from the evidence presented here...

On occasions, I do like a good fresh baked white bread....

So I'm a Winner, or is that a Winer....

This posted on behalf of Robin by
Bottel the Winer of
The Fooles Troupe

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: Blackcatter
Date: 25 Jul 04 - 11:08 PM

Boy can't you just feel the love!

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: Once Famous
Date: 25 Jul 04 - 10:55 PM

Foolstroupe, you are a sniveling whiner.

You really don't impress me.

As far as what I know about folk music or music in general, I don't have to justify anything to you, pig breath.

Debate with you? Why bother? Who would want to debate with someone who knows so little about anything? I wouldn't waste mny time with your idiotic, self serving web site.

My favorite and most effective debating skill is to just to tell you to fuck off, because you are just so unworthy.

Don, your remark was about as funny as the egg always on your dirty face. Really, Don. You are about as interesting as white bread, which is really your outlook on life.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: Don Firth
Date: 25 Jul 04 - 07:40 PM

Marty, when you drop a post like the ones you drop, your supposed to scoop it into a plastic bag and dispose of it properly.

Don Firth

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: The Fooles Troupe
Date: 25 Jul 04 - 07:38 PM

Well Done Brucie!

"No Foolstroupe, I envy no one. If you find writing a stupid web forum in old English talent, you are even more laughable. "

Definitely the Green Eyed Monster! Shouting in a verbal argument is the proof that you have lost: in a text only argument, the argumentum ad hominem, which seems to be your main debating tactic, is the ultimate proof.

And My Virtual Fooles Troupe is a Web site, not a forum: that comment only reveals that you are not capable of doing proper research - unfortunately another strike against you for your claim as an expert in any field, let alone Folk Music.

Robin

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: Peace
Date: 25 Jul 04 - 06:54 PM

jOhn from Hull can spell bullshit in lotsa ways. He is the man.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: Georgiansilver
Date: 25 Jul 04 - 06:17 PM

McG of H sorry if it came across wrongly but was not having a go at you...just simply trying to explain. Be Blessed.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: McGrath of Harlow
Date: 25 Jul 04 - 05:56 PM

That wasn't some kind of coded sneer on my part Georgiansilver - it was a straightforward question. "Blessed" can be pronounced two ways, and the word has a slightly different role according to which way it is pronounced.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: Once Famous
Date: 25 Jul 04 - 05:46 PM

Exactly what?

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: Jeri
Date: 25 Jul 04 - 01:45 PM

"How many different ways can you spell or believe bullshit?"

Exactly!

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: Once Famous
Date: 25 Jul 04 - 01:14 PM

Limited repertoire?

How many different ways can you spell or believe bullshit?

No Foolstroupe, I envy no one. If you find writing a stupid web forum in old English talent, you are even more laughable.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: Amos
Date: 25 Jul 04 - 11:52 AM

Yeah, I know the concept but I always attributed it to Chinese ceramic artists from the Yang dynasty or something. ANyway, rhyming pretenth with seventh certainly is gonna protect you from the gods getting pissed off. It's perfect camouflage. Makes ya look like a regular ole humanoid slob going about his business!!

"No hubris here!!"

"These are not the Creative Individuals you are looking for". LOL!!


A

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: Jeri
Date: 25 Jul 04 - 11:36 AM

Amos, are you familiar with the concept of the 'Persian Fuckup'. You know - those mistakes they put in works because only Allah is perfect, and they just KNOW they're not gonna make any mistakes? They have to do one on purpose so they don't make Allah look bad. It's humility. This isn't one of those things.

This is a "just how stupid CAN I make this song?" thing. Took me about 20 minutes - whaddya want? I could do a rewrite, but then the song wouldn't sound as stupid. I think I did a damned fine job of including the stupidity element, if I do say so myself.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: Amos
Date: 25 Jul 04 - 10:45 AM

Jeri:

Pretenth....Gmaj7th?

What, lost some sleep last night working that over? :>)

I like your song, though, really truly.


A

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: Jeri
Date: 25 Jul 04 - 10:25 AM

I thought Don's post was great. As to who's getting the best of whom, I think it's pretty obviously Don who's winning this one. My guess is that Marty has a very limited repertoire. Name-calling and relative-insulting sort of lose effectiveness after a while. Marty, if you want to keep insulting people, try learning some new tricks. Quite a few formerly 'nice' people around here have learned how to be nasty to people, so I'm sure you can develop new skills.

Play it again
Call 'em fuck face, dick breath, jerk-off boozers
Say their mama gives head to all the homeless losers
You'd think them shocking words would score
But they don't work like they used to anymore

Folks just yawn now, make fun of my style,
They just don't react to my prethenth
I guess if I really wanna piss 'em off
I'll hafta play this again with a Gmaj7th

[Play it again, etc...]

But folks can rhyme or write a story
They play some different games
But you know what they say about old dogs,
I'll just keep on callin' them names

Play it again...[yada, yada, yada]
- When it comes to creativity, I just don't rate
- 'Cause all I can do is hyphen-ate
- But I'll can play the banjo... [ends with first 9 notes from Dueling Banjos.]

Georgiansilver, not all who don't share your beliefs will see you as a target. If I tried to tell you not to post certain things about who you are or what you believe just because I'll have a knee-jerk reaction I won't be able to prevent, I'd be a controlling (of others, not myself) jerk.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: Georgiansilver
Date: 25 Jul 04 - 01:05 AM

I too find Don Firth to be well talented in the literal department. Apart from hid fun filled fued with Martin, some of his postings are a delight to read...even those I do not agree with. Keep it up Don
Be Blessed.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: The Fooles Troupe
Date: 24 Jul 04 - 11:37 PM

"Take a look at what kind of foolish asshole like Don Firth writes such a long thread about someone who always gets the best of him. Creative? No, fucked."

Do I detect the Green Eyed Monster - someone who despises a talent that he does not possess?

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: Once Famous
Date: 24 Jul 04 - 10:18 PM

Take a look at what kind of foolish asshole like Don Firth writes such a long thread about someone who always gets the best of him. Creative? No, fucked. It really shows how shallow his life is that he spends so much time writing about me, which is his obsession and shows how much sleep he loses over me.

Guest, Jaze, did you changed your name for Jiz, as in jizzum.

Miss John from Dull: I would fart in your face, first opportunity.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: Peace
Date: 24 Jul 04 - 09:34 PM

That's Mudflap Feuds that aren't really feuds, kendall.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: kendall
Date: 24 Jul 04 - 09:30 PM

I saw a great bumper sticker today, it said:

I'D SLAP YOU, BUT SHIT SPLATTERS.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: Little Hawk
Date: 24 Jul 04 - 01:12 PM

The Songcatcher movie? Hmmm. Okay, I'll check it out.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 24 Jul 04 - 10:09 AM

It's awfully easy to misconstrue things on the Internet when you can't hear the tone of a person's voice. I once got very pissed off because someone used the phrase "I can't believe..." in response to something I said. Now, "I can't believe that X happened" can be construed two ways. It can figuratively mean "I'm surprised that X happened" or it can literally mean "You're a liar if you say that X happened." In the context of the discussion, I took it literally, but on reflection, much later, it occurred to me that it might have been meant figuratively.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: jacqui.c
Date: 24 Jul 04 - 05:57 AM

GS - I'm not a Christian but feel that anyone who can hold to their beliefs, in spite of opposition of whatever kind, is to be greatly admired.

Your blessing to others shows a caring for those with whom you come into contact and puts you in a different class from those who simply want to disipate their own anger in unpleasant attacks on others.

Don - you gave me the best laugh I've had in a while - and that's saying something - with the lowdown on Marty's origins. I await the next chapter with bated breath.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: Georgiansilver
Date: 24 Jul 04 - 05:45 AM

McG of H....I make no secret of the fact I am Christian...not always a good one I must add but nevertheless a Christian. Although I might not like some of the things people do or say(including myself) I would always ask the Blessing of our God on all I meet in life or in the unreal life of Mudcat. As usual, this will make me yet again some sort of target for those who do not share my beliefs but Bless'em all anyway. Be Blessed.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: GUEST,Jaze
Date: 23 Jul 04 - 08:49 PM

Still wondering who pissed in Martin Gibson's corn flakes? Little Hawk, If you really want to get to Spaw--start another thread on the Songcatcher movie!

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: McGrath of Harlow
Date: 23 Jul 04 - 08:34 PM

Still idly curious about which way "blessed" is meant to be pronounced in Georgiansilver's sign-off.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: Rt Revd Sir jOhn from Hull
Date: 23 Jul 04 - 08:21 PM

Martin Gibso-You are rubbish, I seen mooman in real life, and he's a good bloke, so don't say any bad things about him.
and you said he's got no job, but he's got his own company making musical instruments, so just shut up.

and I seen your messages that got deleted, you are bad, and i bet nobody likes you, and i bet you got no frends, and i bet you are shit at music, and i bet you can't play guitar, and i bet you got no job.

so just get lost and stop making trubble.john

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: Don Firth
Date: 23 Jul 04 - 08:00 PM

Thank you, Georgiansilver. You are a person of great keenness and discernment.

A major problem with a film, of course, would be casting. Who (or what!??) would play Marty?

Well, maybe computer generation is the answer. In LOTR, they seemed to have done pretty well with Gollum. . . .

Don Firth

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: Georgiansilver
Date: 23 Jul 04 - 07:29 PM

My previous reference to "Handyman" Don still obviously applies to someone so adept at "Hitting the nail on the head". You seem to have done just that again. It would appear to me that you have the makings of a Biographical epic here and could possibly have a "Best Seller" as well as a possible film offer when completed. Your literal talent shines through in abundance. Be Blessed.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: Little Hawk
Date: 23 Jul 04 - 06:19 PM

A term which is hardly fair to chickens! After all, chickens too must eliminate waste in the only way Nature has allowed them to.

Don, I am amazed by those revelations. I await Martin's response.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: McGrath of Harlow
Date: 23 Jul 04 - 06:11 PM

Can't do it at the meeting room at work./I>

I think the term for that is chickenshit.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: Don Firth
Date: 23 Jul 04 - 05:19 PM

Okay, Little Hawk, here it comes, as promised. I decided to post it on this thread rather than "the end of the world is nigh" because that thread is getting so long it takes a long time to load, and I feel that this is too important for people to miss. Also, it does seem fairly appropriate here. However, by way of introduction, some folks might wish to pick up the background of the following by reading a couple of posts on the aforementioned thread (here), beginning with Little Hawk's of 22 Jul 04 - 03:30 PM, and on through subsequent posts.

This bit of Natural (or Unnatural) History was learned from a strange and awesome source. It occurred during a moment of great clarity that came to me a few nights ago, when, feeling relaxed, magnanimous, and open to all that the universe had to offer (and without the "aid" of mind-altering substances, I might add, other that a cup of tea [Earl Gray, hot]), I was surprised to find myself channeling an old, wise soul who informed me that he had reincarnated many times—and in various forms. He had been many people and many things during his long sojourn, and at times he had occupied non-human forms. On one of these occasions when he manifested as a non-human, he had adopted the name Cyril. Since things in this multiplicity of realms tend to form interlocking vortices, many of which account for strange coincidences in this world, it is not unusual that, in the form of the non-human, Cyril, he had been in Chicago some four and a half or five decades ago and he chanced to encounter none other than our dear friend Martin Gibson!

We talked of many things, and during this conversation, Cyril told me this bizarre story:—

To say that Martin Gibson had a dysfunctional childhood would be something of an understatement.

A few moments after he was born, she who bore him took one look at him, and her heartrending and bloodcurdling shriek of horror echoed and re-echoed through the concrete canyons of the great city. She scrambled frantically out of the Dumpster, ran down the alley, and vanished into the night.

Being forsaken thus could have meant the end for Marty. But he was in luck. Many animals recognize and seem to take pity on abandoned infants of other species and take care of them as best they can, raising them as if they were their own (there are precedents for this: strange though it seems, there are rare cases of even human children being raised by wild animals). For months he was suckled by feral alley cats, who also cuddled up to him and kept him warm on cold winter nights. This was not entirely pleasant for him, but being dined on by the fleas that the cats carried was preferable to freezing to death.

Eventually, the cats were driven away by a family if large and ferocious Norwegian rats (you could tell by the accent) who appropriated the Dumpster as their own. Once again, this could have meant the end for Marty. But the rats, feeling some sort of strange kinship to this odd, helpless creature, decided that, rather than eating him, they would take care of him. As helpless and pathetic as he was, and with his wrinkled, pasty grayish-white skin and long incisors, he reminded them of a creature that was indigenous to Equatorial East Africa, and who, also being a rodent, may or may not be distantly related to them:   the naked mole rat (here and here), one of Mother Nature's more disgusting creatures.

Thus, under these unusual circumstances, Marty thrived as best as one could. He grew fat and strong on the provender that seem to rain down with some regularity when the lid was lifted, blinding him in the harsh daylight, but leaving he and his rattus norvegicus family a variety of treats:   such things as orange peels, wilted lettuce, half-eaten Big Macs, and the occasional stale Twinkie. A major treat in his young life was when someone tossed in a nearly half-full box of Froot Loops. The nearest thing to square meals he had in those early years came in the form of a discarded box of moldy Pop Tarts.

Because he had learned many aggressive survival mechanisms from his two adoptive families (the cats and the rats), as he grew larger and larger, the rats became afraid of him, especially when he took to eating their newborn ("Uff da!"), so they abandoned the Dumpster to seek safer refuge.

I might digress at this point to mention that, since his birth, twice a week Marty went through moments of sheer terror when the Dumpster suddenly moved, and accompanied by strange vibrations and metallic growling noises, was lifted up, and turned upside-down, causing all the accumulated contents to fall out. He always knew when this was about to occur, because his rattus norvegicus family (and the feral cats before them) always disappeared shortly before this happened. He barely managed to keep from being ejected with the rest of the trash by desperately clutching the protuberances of dried, unspecified crud that had adhered to the insides of the Dumpster. His terror gradually ebbed when the Dumpster was righted and returned to its former location. On a plaintive and somewhat unsettling note, he always wondered why, when his rattus norvegicus family (and the feral cats before them) returned and saw he was still there, they rolled their eyes and sighed wearily.

Much to his credit, and standing him in good stead (sort of) in his years to come, Marty whiled away the lonely hours by teaching himself to read. A small bit of light dimly illuminated the interior of the Dumpster because the lid didn't fit properly, and one day someone tossed in a well-thumbed and somewhat sticky copy of Hustler Magazine. This constituted Marty's "First Reader," and goes a long way toward explaining his current interests and modes of expression.

Over the years Marty began to feel that there had to be something beyond the confines of the Dumpster, but cowering in fear at the light that blinded him whenever the lid was raise, he knew practically nothing of the Outside World until he began receiving regular visits from a raccoon named Cyril [AHA! Here we go!], who lived in an overgrown vacant lot several blocks away. Cyril first dropped in (literally) to examine the menu du jour of the random but fortunately plentiful semi-edibles that rained into the Dumpster almost every day. Urbane, worldly wise, and a bit cynical (as befits a city-dwelling raccoon), but with a basically kindly nature, he took pity on the pathetic creature that inhabited the Dumpster. Now that the rats were gone, the poor creature's only companions were a horde of surly and uncommunicative cockroaches, the usual swarm of flies, and an occasional yellow-jacket that found its way under the ill-fitting lid.

During his regular visits, as they dined on leftover pizza crusts and licked the Omega 3 oils out empty kipper-snack cans, Marty told Cyril of his life in the metal box (not much to tell) and Cyril told Marty of the great world outside, often regaling him with tales of his many wonderful adventures. Marty's normally watery, squinting eyes opened wide in amazement as Cyril told him of the humans that predominated in the city, and instructed him in the ways of these humans, since, after eliminating a number of other likely possibilities, he judged Marty could possibly belong to that species. Finally, exhibiting tough-love, Cyril urged, encouraged, and even threatened Marty until he fearfully ventured out of the Dumpster, cowering and blinking, into the light of day. As he crouched bewildered and trembling there in the alley, he was overcome with something akin to agoraphobia. Although he wanted to desperately, he was much too nervous, shaky, and confused to figure out how to lift the lid and crawl back in. As he curled up in the fetal position, leaned against the Dumpster, sucked his thumb, and whimpered piteously, he had his very first encounter with personal hygiene. It began to rain.

It took years of long and bitter struggle as he gradually learned to adapt to the outside world, but eventually Marty was able to walk the streets of Chicago with no one really being the wiser about his strange beginnings in life. Despite the loose, grayish skin, the drooping, rheumy eyes, the overlong incisors, the tendency to drool, and the peculiar vocabulary—and because one meets some pret-ty strange people in a big city, he managed to achieved general acceptance as merely another human being [Biologist's annotation: Let us not forget that this classification has not yet been fully tested and that so far, we are relying on the random speculations of a raccoon!].

As fickle fate would have it, the vortices of happenstance (as described above) have swept Marty into that quadrant of the cyberspace galaxy in which Mudcat resides. And that, in essence, is the story thus far, folks.

Considering his unusual upbringing, it is understandable that his social skills may be a bit—well—trying at times. But knowing of his strange background, I'm sure that, in our greatness of heart, we will all take pity on him and therefore be willing to cut him a bit of slack.

Don Firth

P. S.: Undoubtedly there are those here who might wonder, "Doesn't Firth have something better to do with his time?" Well, certainly. But Cyril urged me to post this. He thought the world should know.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: Little Hawk
Date: 23 Jul 04 - 12:48 PM

Spaw had a fake feud going with me over the David Bowie song "Space Oddity". Every chance he got he would attack that song and its main protagonist, Major Tom, in a totally outrageous and unfair manner. It' actually a great song. Why he chose to do this I don't know, except I guess he got a few laughs out of it. My reaction was to mention the song frequently, just to see if he'd go after it again, and he always did.

Then I discovered that Spaw had a very low opinion of the song "McArthur Park" (heaven knows why...), so I started praising "McArthur Park" to the skies as a brilliant piece of musical metaphor whenever I could. That was fun. I will probably always defend "McArthur Park" on Mudcat, and Spaw is responsible.

And so it goes...

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: CarolC
Date: 23 Jul 04 - 12:04 PM

Here's a very small example of what I'm talking about...

For my mother

Subject: For my mother
From: GUEST,CarolC (at her parent's house in Wheaton) - PM
Date: 24 Nov 00 - 12:19 AM

My mom just died. She had a heart attack. She had a good Thanksgiving.

Carol

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: mooman
Date: 23 Jul 04 - 11:56 AM

Mooman

So what! Maybe that's why you've bounced around from job to job or can't even hold one. If you offend so easily, you are probably wearing your wife's panties anyway. Go suck cow teat, Moo.

Exactly. No need for me to say anything. You say it all yourself. Actually, you don't know the first thing about me Martin unlike the 60 or 70 'Catters I've actually met in person. And although I sometimes visit Chicago on business...you never will meet me. And, if I accidentally should bump into you, I'd still buy you a drink despite having "shit for brains and wearing my wife's panties". And no...I'm not easily offended at all...on the contrary. You'll have to try a great deal harder than that. Cow teat...mmmmm.

moo

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: CarolC
Date: 23 Jul 04 - 11:52 AM

Just a matter of preferences, I guess. I find the friendships I've made with people here in the Mudcat very rewarding. More rewarding, in some ways, than many of the contacts I have with people I meet through other contexts. I guess that's because people from all over the world who have certain sensibilities in commone with me (sense of humor, musical tastes, etc.) are all concentrated here in this one place.

It would be extremely difficult for me to find as many kindred spirits in the "real world" as I find here in the Mudcat every day. And the friendships I make here become a means for me to get out and see much more of the world than I would otherwise be able to do, through the eyes of people who are local to that area. Best way to travel, in my opinion.

On the other hand, one of the best friends I've ever had in the Mudcat, I never even knew his name or what he looked like until after he died. I miss him a lot.

One thing I think some people don't understand about places like the Mudcat, is that mixed in amongst the every day regular people like you, who have very active and full 3D world lives, there are quite a few people who, because of illness or other physical limitations, aren't able to have a full and satisfying 3D life. The Mudcat helps them keep their sanity while they go through very difficult times of physical and social isolation.

I know everyone's behavior here is their own choice, but personally, I think the people who are going through difficult times deserve all the kindness we can give them. And it's not always possible to know which Mudcatters are going through such experiences. So for me, I choose to at least attempt kindness toward everyone. I know from personal experience what an important life-line a place like the Mudcat can be.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: Once Famous
Date: 23 Jul 04 - 11:26 AM

Should have been obvious.

What does it all really prove anyway, if one already has more self-esteem than they will ever need? Or if this whole place to them is just a whimsy that varies to certain degrees at any given time?

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: CarolC
Date: 23 Jul 04 - 11:00 AM

That's what I thought.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: Once Famous
Date: 23 Jul 04 - 10:57 AM

Yeah, and I'm really sick of being accountable.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: CarolC
Date: 23 Jul 04 - 10:55 AM

Good point. I've noticed that in the past, people who have started out in the Mudcat with "personas" that centered around being abusive toward others did, eventually, become more accountable for their behavior once they started meeting other Mudcatters in "real life".

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: Once Famous
Date: 23 Jul 04 - 10:38 AM

And some prefer to remain private and keep it all in perspective.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: CarolC
Date: 23 Jul 04 - 10:30 AM

I guess that's another thing that makes a certain amount of inside humor inevitable. Many of us who post here in the Mudcat have met or spent time with many other Mudcatters in "real life" (3D world). Some inside jokes are bound to arise out of these "real life" encounters.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: Once Famous
Date: 23 Jul 04 - 09:59 AM

Mooman

So what! Maybe that's why you've bounced around from job to job or can't even hold one. If you offend so easily, you are probably wearing your wife's panties anyway. Go suck cow teat, Moo.

And "fool" stroupe, another BFD. I could care less if you don't seek me out. You can discount anything you want about me about what I post in the music threads. I COULD CARE LESS! As a music historian and pro for 40 years, it's your loss. I shake hands with my friends in real life. Welcome to cyberspace, pal.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: Dave Bryant
Date: 23 Jul 04 - 06:44 AM

Without naming names, I can remember a thread (now deleted) where two members where throwing the most vicious invective at each other. I happen to know that the antagonists where both alta egos of the same person. I of course did a similiar thing with my Avril Betts persona.

Many of the Mudcat feuds are on this sort of level - there are some exceptions though - Kampervan & I versus McFat & Baggyrash and of course The World versus Breezy - these are deadly serious !

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: The Fooles Troupe
Date: 23 Jul 04 - 05:23 AM

... and the problem that you don't seem to understand MG, is that while people who meet you in real life first may think you are a great guy, those of us who have only experienced you first in this forum in all your glory of 'dumping' in this place, are only more likely to try to avoid you in real life, rather than willingly to seek out your company. And sadly, also probably discount your personal opinions on anything regarding music, even those areas in which you well be expert and well experienced.

Robin

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Feuds that aren't really feuds...
From: mooman
Date: 23 Jul 04 - 04:40 AM

But that's the deal for me. The more dignified, the bigger the dump is going to be. Can't do it at the meeting room at work, but sure can here. I'm always watching for the good opportunities, Don.

Pretty good statement MG that pretty well sums you up. Some of us do have the nerve to stick our neck out at the meeting room at work, where it can make a difference, week in week out in the interest of doing the right thing. And then we act like civilized human beings here. Your language and attitude is pretty much the worst I've seen in the five years or so I've been visiting this forum. I suppose you take great pride in that.

mooman